Be still
When the roving bands of
Want roam the valley of your soul’s earth
When heaven and earth
Eclipse at the meeting of your mouth
When the sound of your own sorrow
Fills the lungs with soulless wind
As time touches your cheeks
In tepid tears
Be still
All creation kneels in eight perfect
Octaves of applause
Shifting the light to display billions born to sing
His operatic praises
Take heart,
Knowing it is yours
God hears
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